Chapter 2

It's been two weeks since I last heard anything of Remy from Orroro and Kitty. I hope this doesn't mean that it really wasn't him. I pray that it was him, please let it be him. Rogue silently pleaded as she paced around the surprisingly empty halls of the Xavier Mansion. She has barely slept in the last two weeks, constantly thinking about Remy's whereabouts. She even made a few more unsuccessful journeys to the cold continent of Antarctica, knowing full well that he was no longer there, yet hoping maybe he was. She was so engulfed with thinking about Remy, that she literally ran into the big blue furry Hank McCoy, lost her balance and fell down.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay, Rogue?" A concerned Hank asked as he ran to her side and helped her up.

"Ah'm okay. Ah'm sorry about that, Hank. Ah don't know how Ah couldn't have seen y'll there. My mind was preoccupied." Answered Rogue as she got up with the help of Hank.

"Well, you seem to be looking a little pale lately. Have you been eating much? Are you feeling alright?" Asked Beast as he study her a little closer.

"Ah'm fine. Really. Ah've jus' been a lil' tired lately. Tat's all. Notin' to worry about. Really." Replied Rogue suddenly feeling a little nervous with Hank observing her so closely.

"Still, I would like to give you a physical examination. You still don't look healthy enough to me, and I know how much stress you have been under. It won't surprise me if that's the cause of your fatigue of late. Come downstairs to the medlab later on during the day, so I can properly recommend and prescribe the right treatment so you can regain your strength and some colour in those cheeks of yours." Insisted a very determined Dr. McCoy.

"Fine. There's no point arguing wit y'll. Ah'll see you later, Hank. If you don't mind me, Ah think my stomach isn't agreeing with the pancakes Logan made for breakfast this mornin'!" Exclaimed Rogue as she ran towards the nearest bathroom, leaving Hank to wonder if the pancakes really are the reason she rushing off to the bathroom.

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"So, Hank, how Ah'm ah? My body's all fine and working in order, like ah said it was?" Rogue asked as her back is facing Hank, while she changes back into her clothes.

"I think I found the reason for your fatigue of late. Rogue, when we were in Antarctica. I don't know how to ask this." A reluctant Hank trailed off.

"Hank, jus' ask me. You're the doctor, so ask whateva' need be asked." Rogue replied bluntly.

"Well, when you and Gambit were there, and with your powers neutralized, did you two consummate your love?" Asked Hank.

"Yah, we did." Rogue simply answered.

"Rogue, I don't think the rush to the bathroom earlier had anything to do with Logan's pancakes. I think it was your first morning sickness." Hank stated.

"Oh gawd, this can't mean, ah. what ah'm ah gonna do, Hank?" Rogue asked as she collapsed on the floor, with her knees brought up to her body, and her face crying into her arms.

"Rogue, it's going to be okay. You're going to be a mother. It's a wonderful thing. Trust me." Hank assured her, as he went to her side to try and comfort her.

"How can it be wonderful? Mah baby's not gonna have a father because of me. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. As long as it was just me losing Remy, Ah thought ah could deal with it eventually, but not only did ah lose him for mahself, but for mah baby too. How will mah chil' evah forgive me for throwing his father away?" Rogue asked between her huge heaps of sobs.

Beast gently lifted Rogue's face to look into his eyes and said, "Rogue, no matter what, this child has a mother who will love him or her with all her heart. This child will forgive you because you continued to live for yourself and him or her. You have to believe that your motherly instincts and love will help you get through this without Remy. Do not think you are alone in this either. Your child has a houseful of aunts, uncles, babysitters. all ready to love this child and support you through this all. You'll be a wonderful mother."

"Really, Hank?" Asked a very frightened Rogue.

"Really. Now, get up off the floor, darling." Hank told her as he helped her up. "I want you to get a lot of rest. This means, no more late night flying off to god knows where. Night time means sleep, you got that? Don't worry about anything else, I'll be here constantly checking up on your pregnancy and making sure everything goes okay."

"Tank y'll, Hank. Ah think ah might just go follow your advice about getting some sleep. And Hank."

"Yes, Rogue?"

"Please don't tell anyone about this. Not yet anyway." Rogue requested.

"Rogue, how dare you suggest I would even do such a thing. Remember, I'm a doctor, and you're my patient, which all means doctor-patient confidentiality." Hank answered with a mock expression of being shocked that she would even suggest such a thing.

"Tank y'll, Hank." Rogue plainly stated as she ran to give the furry big guy a hug before running to her room for some much needed sleep.

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